I wish it to be known that I (and my friends) have coined the term "May The Forkth Gardeque" and if it will avoid legal action from the people who guard against language abuse, I offer my most humble apologies.
Jack caught me at Maralago (It wasn't me)
Saw my Twitter DMs (It wasn't me)
I even had docs in the bathroom (It wasn't me)
Jack even caught me on camera (Nah, it wasn't me)
He saw the orange-smudged documents (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told Georgia (It wasn't me)
Heard the perfect phone call (It wasn't me)
He indicted me and now it’s over